Dracula: Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose? That the luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds... true love?
Mina: I want to be what you are, see what you see, love what you love.
Dracula: Mina, to walk with me you must die to your breathing life and be reborn to mine.
Mina: You are my love... and my life, always.
Dracula: Then, I give you life eternal. Everlasting love. The power of the storm. And the beasts of the earth. Walk with me to be my loving wife, forever.
Dracula: I, who served the Cross. I, who commanded nations, hundreds of years before you were born.
Professor Abraham Van Helsing: Your armies were defeated. You tortured and impaled thousands of people.
Dracula: I was betrayed. Look what your God has done to me!
Dracula: [about the wolves that are howling] Listen to them: the children of the night. What sweet music they make.
Dracula: Absinthe is the aphrodisiac of the self. The green fairy who lives in the absinthe wants your soul. But you are safe with me.
Professor Abraham Van Helsing: We are dealing with forces beyond all human experience, and enormous power. So guard her well. Otherwise, your precious Lucy will become a bitch of the Devil! A whore of darkness!
Quincey P. Morris: Well, you're a sick old buzzard!
Professor Abraham Van Helsing: Hear me out, young man. Lucy is not a random victim, attacked by mere accident, you understand? No. She is a willing recruit, a breathless follower, a wanton follower. I dare say, a devoted disciple. She is the Devil's concubine!
[Dracula has been slashed in the throat by Jonathan and impaled by Quincey]
Mina: [to Jonathan] When my time comes, will you do the same to me? Will you?
Jonathan Harker: [pause] No.
Dracula: [to Harker] Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways. And to you there shall be many strange things.
Dracula: You will, I trust, excuse me if I do not join you. But, I have already dined, and I never drink... wine.
Jonathan Harker: [looks at painting on the wall] An ancestor? I see a resemblance.
Dracula: The Order of the Dracul, the Dragon. An ancient society, pledging my forefathers to defend the church against all enemies of Christ. Their relationship was not entirely... successful.
Jonathan Harker: Oh.
Jonathan Harker: Yes.
Dracula: [roars with rage as he draws a sword and points it at Harker's throat] It is no laughing matter! We Draculs have a right to be proud! What devil or witch was ever so great as Atilla, whose blood flows in these veins? Blood...
Dracula: Is too precious a thing in these times. The war-like days are over. The victories of my great race are but a tale to be told. I am the last of my kind.
Jonathan Harker: I have offended you with my ignorance, Count. Forgive me.
Renfield: I'm no lunatic man. I'm a sane man fighting for his soul.
Van Helsing: She lives beyond the grace of God, a wanderer in the outer darkness. She is "vampyr", "nosferatu". These creatures do not die like the bee after the first sting, but instead grow strong and become immortal once infected by another nosferatu. So, my friends we fight not one beast but legions that go on age after age after age, feeding on the blood of the living.
[Renfield holds a plate of bugs]
Renfield: Would you care for a hors d'oeuvre, Dr. Seward or a canape?
Doctor Jack Seward: No, thank you, Mr. Renfield. How are you feeling tonight?
Renfield: Far better than you, my lovesick doctor.
Doctor Jack Seward: Is my personal life of interest to you?
Renfield: Of course it is. All life interests me.
Doctor Jack Seward: Your diet, Mr. Renfield, is disgusting.
Renfield: Actually, they're perfectly nutritious. You see, each life that I ingest gives back life to me.
Doctor Jack Seward: The fly gives you life?
Renfield: Certainly. But you might as well ask a man to eat molecules with a pair of chopsticks than to interest me in lesser carnivore.
Doctor Jack Seward: I shall have to invent a new classification of a lunatic for you. What about spiders? Spiders eat the flies.
Renfield: Yes, spiders eat them.
Doctor Jack Seward: What about sparrows?
Renfield: Oh, yes. Did you say sparrows?
Doctor Jack Seward: Something larger perhaps?
Renfield: Oh, yes. A kitten. I beg you. A little, sleek - a playful kitten. Something I can teach. Something I can feed. No one would refuse me a kitten.
Doctor Jack Seward: Wouldn't you prefer a cat?
Renfield: Oh, yes, a big cat! My salvation depends upon it!
Doctor Jack Seward: Your salvation?
Renfield: Yes! I need lives. I need lives for the master!
Doctor Jack Seward: What? What master?
Renfield: The master will come, and he has promised to make me immortal!
Doctor Jack Seward: How?
[Renfield suddenly attacks Seward and the guards rushed in to subdue him]
Renfield: The blood is the life! The blood is the life!
[Jonathan accidentally had a cut while shaving]
Jonathan Harker: I didn't hear you coming in.
Dracula: Take care how you cut yourself. It is more dangerous than you think.
[Dracula breaks the mirror]
Dracula: A foul bauble of man's vanity. Perhaps you should grow a beard.
[He licks the blood off the razor]
Dracula: The letters I requested, have you written them?
[Harker hands him the letters]
Dracula: Good. Should you leave these rooms, you will not by any chance go to sleep in any other part of the castle. It is old and has many bad memories. Be warned.
Dracula: I am the monster that breathing men would kill. I am Dracula.
Quincey P. Morris: And may I say that Miss Lucy is hotter than a June bride riding bareback buck naked in the middle of the Sahara!
Lord Arthur Holmwood: I would watch my colonial tongue if I were you.
Dracula: [to Jonathan Harker] They say you are a man of good... taste.
Lord Arthur Holmwood: Last week he wanted to marry her. Now he wants to have her committed.
Van Helsing: Jack. Come here. I know how deeply you loved her. That is why you must trust me and believe.
Doctor Jack Seward: Believe? How can I believe?
Van Helsing: I want you to bring me, before nightfall, a set of postmortem knives.
Doctor Jack Seward: An autopsy? On Lucy?
Van Helsing: No, no, no. Not exactly. I just want to cut off her head and take out her heart.
Van Helsing: Mr. Morris, your bullets will not harm him. He must be beheaded. I suggest you use your big Bowie knife.
Quincey P. Morris: Well, I wasn't planin' on getting that close, Doc.
Dracula: I condemn you to living death. To eternal hunger for living blood.
Jonathan Harker: The Count, the way he looked at Mina's picture fills me with dread. As if I have a part to play in a story that is not known to me.
Lucy Westenra: Come to me, Arthur. Leave these others and come to me. My arms are hungry for you, my darling.
Mina Harker: How did Lucy die? Was she in great pain?
Professor Abraham Van Helsing: Yeah, she was in great pain! Then we cut off her head, and drove a stake through her heart, and burned it, and then she found peace.
Lord Arthur Holmwood: Forgive me, sir. My life is hers - I would give my last drop of blood to save her.
Van Helsing: The last drop? Thank you, you're very welcome here.
Van Helsing: Yet, we may still save her precious soul. But, not on an empty stomach! Jack!
Doctor Jack Seward: Yes, sir?
Van Helsing: Ah! I starve! Feed me!
Professor Abraham Van Helsing: Civilization, and syphilization, have advanced together.
Dracula: [having just spotted Mina in the streets of London] See me. See me now.
Mina: [watching Lucy flirt with possible suitors at the party, voiceover] Lucy is a pure and virtuous girl. But, I admit that her free way of speaking shocks me sometimes. Jonathan says it is a defect of the aristocracy that they say what they please. The truth is that I admire Lucy, and I'm not surprised that men flock around her. I wish I were as pretty and as adored as she.
Lucy Westenra: Quincy... you're such a beast. Will you kiss me, Quincy?
[Pulls Quincy close]
Lucy Westenra: Kiss me. Kiss...